nine one one response [ penned ‘round midnite, sept 11th 2001

nine one one response -

finally,
the bully in his own front yard,
glistening crest neon stream got smashed in his nose
and the spurting blood was deemed holy
and the crest collapsed of its own weight by the slave’s rebellious and audacious blow
as the trumpets blared the stars and stripes forever in the minds of the small,
in the souls of the guilty...

someone of wisdom stood in a vacant intersection at the leading edge of the dust cloud,
closed tight his eyes and saw the equation E = MC ²
in the darkness appear and reappear
and understood,
                            [ in a broader, sociological application...

i will mourn with all my fiber a humanistic minimum
for any and all of my species
be they good or evil, if they are in pain...

i will not mourn the message,
but knowing the common mind will repress
and deviate that message;
that will be my deepest mourning –

a poisoned soil will always produce a poisoned harvest